Lil Scrappy - Tuffer lyrics

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Lil Scrappy - Tuffer lyrics

[Intro] As I get this money Pa** these busters The game gets rougher Skin tissue gets tougher [Verse 1] I'm so out my mind that my brain is hard to find Merlot, not my wine How you doing? I'm doing fine Where you've been? I've been on my grind They say I'm broke, them n******gs lyin' Spit that dope when n***as buying There's no hope but n***as trying n***a's p**y, vaginal Playing with that beef I turn you into a vegetable Your girl having thoughts of me, s**ual Don't get mad at me, get mad at my testicle I'm the prescription b**h, antidote 2 shots motherf**er, medical Where the bucks at and are they gettin no action? I got the n***a stomach hurting just call it contraction You n***as playing so fugazi and you wear it well I can't be lazy, buy Mercedes for my baby girl Looking for me, I'm somewhere across the f**ing world f**ing up the money with no condom like the p**y scared [Hook] Tuffer than, tuffer than Nigerian hair Tuffer than, tuffer than Nigerian hair Tuffer than, tuffer than Nigerian hair Nigerian, Nigerian hair Tuffer than, tuffer than Nigerian hair Tuffer than, tuffer than Nigerian hair Tuffer than, tuffer than Nigerian hair Nigerian, Nigerian hair [Verse 2] Scrappy for the hustlers, merlot for you busters Cooler than the fair, but b**h the money keep me stuck up I hear them n***as sayin tell them n***as shut the f** up Cause I'm still getting bread b**h balling like Butler And I don't need bragging ho, I'm just being valid I'm digging dollar pallets, yes I'm winning like I'm Khaled Got a fetish for that lettuce so I'm moving like I'm ready Chips, the bust, what the f**, tell them n******gs we can bet it Yeh I said it f** your credit, we can put it all on debit I'mma curve you like Nike, ho, go ahead and check it Stay inside your lane, you can't steer in my direction Mel Gibson flow, b**h, call it Lethal Weapon I'm textin another B, cause the last one wasn't doin sh** And I'm stupid rich, with a foolish whip E Pluribus Unum, y'all counterfeit [Hook] [Verse 3] Aiight Stampede, damn B b**hes coming at me, all they see is j**ellery All over Scrappy But not me, Merlot Can't be no Virgo Racing to the money and I'm jumpin over hurdles I treat it like a track meet Honey you're the trap skeet b**h press the mothaf**in game like an athlete n***as got amnesia like they don't know Scrappy b**hes know my mothaf**in name, (what?) nasty I get it, get it, get it, I'm gone I get it, get it, get it, I'm gone I get it, get it, get it, I'm gone I get it, get it, get it, I'm gone I get it gone, I get it gone [Hook]